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as soon as we reached the car and put on the seatbelt, jungkook suddenly said, "even if you have a bad sense of direction, you at least know your address, don't you?"

and now...what? he really is mocking me now? i looked at him sternly.

"that was a joke." he added, looking nervous as ever and started driving.

"the proposal i made this morning, have you thought about it at all?" he asked.

here we go again, "i don't want to get married to you, mr. chairman." i said, looking outside.

"my name is jeon jungkook." he corrected.

"what?"

"my name is not mr. chairman or doo-jool. it's jeon jungkook." he said, correcting me from calling him mr. chairman.

"i know. you mention it every time we meet. is your name that important to you?" whatever i called him, it's still his name, right? whether jeon jungkook or mr. chairman, it's still him, right?

"well, you called me doo-jool this afternoon, which is really far from my real name. so i just wanted to remind you." he said.

"doo-jool? that's not your name." i said. i'm not that crazy until i couldn't differentiate people's name.

"then whose name is it?" he asked, feeling curious.

"it's the baby's nickname." i said bluntly.

"what? wait, can you just make up a nickname on your own?" he said, feeling unsatisfied.

"this is my baby." i said, don't want to give up.

"half of that baby is mine." he retorted.

"how many times do i have to tell you you're wrong?"

i thought he will just let it slide, but i'm definitely wrong. instead, he abruptly stopped the car on the side of the road.

"do you have any proof? do you have any proof that i'm not the father?" he asked, still showing that unsatisfied look.

you know what, he is really pissing me off.

"why are you doing this? i'm telling you you're not the father." i repeated.

"i'm finding that hard to believe. i'm not sure why you're doing this, but if you want to convince me, show me who you're planning on marrying even though it seems like he doesn't exist." he said while looking away, trying to control himself.

huh?

"i can't believe that's the baby's nickname.." he grumbled.

"what?! what's wrong with doo-jool?!" i shouted.

"there are so many other prettier nicknames out there. why would you give my child such a strange nickname? chaeyoung-sshi, i know you're an art teacher. but, do you like drawing lines that much?" that's his turns to shout at me.

making me speechless.

"yes, i am an art teacher but doesn't mean i love to draw lines. and i'll be keeping our baby's nickname as doo-jool. is that clear?!" i snapped back.

taking turns, making him speechless now.

ugh, i can't believe he's nipticking over our doo-jool's nickname.

but why did he looked so flustered and flushed? is he perhaps is blushing?

or angry? his face is all red.

"all right then." he said plainly.

"what? what's all right?"

"i'm not entirely happy about the nickname, but since that's what you want, doo-jool can be our baby's nickname."

what?!

"no! i didn't mean 'our' as in me and you 'our'! that was just the general 'our'!" i abruptly said. why do i like to make him misunderstood everything?

he just looked away and blushed again.

"this 'our' is the one where the speaker is just talking about themselves and the people around them without including the listener!" i added some more, proving my point.

"you look like a language teacher now. but here, in this car, the only other person around is me. and the 'our' that you spoke of definitely included me, the listener." he stated his point.

"so in conclusion, doo-jool's is our child." he added, feeling satisfied as ever.

since he already knew it all along, let me straight to the point with him.

i sighed.

"mr. chairman, you..don't have a reproduction project going on or anything, do you?" i asked.

"what are you talking about?"

"it's just that usually in this situation, if the woman says no, isn't that the end of the conversation? i'm telling you right now that i'm not going to inconvenience you." i said.

"that's not the direction i want to go. it's not normal for that to be the end of the conversation. and in what way would i be inconvenienced by this?" he asked.

"well, then what do you want from me?"

it is very rare to see any men being responsible after knowing they will have a baby from a one-night stand nowadays. so why wouldn't he?

"have you forgotten? i told you i wanted to get married." he stated.

"and have you forgotten? i've already said no." i snapped back.

"why? do you dislike me that much?" he asked sadly.

dislike him?

who in the world..would say they don't like that face and body? but marriage goes beyond whether you like someone or not. just the way we first met.

"give me a reason i can accept as to why you won't marry me." he asked.

"you and i don't know anything about each other." i said.

"i think there's a critical error in what you've just said. i know the sort of interest you have in the disadvantaged. i know the tittle of the book you were reading and the type of music you were listening to a month ago." he explained.

i looked to the front as he blabbered things he knew about me.

the things we talked about that one time. only that.

"i also know exactly where to touch to get you worked up." he added.

my eyes snapped open after hearing that.

"i know that you sigh when i caress you earlobe and you're ticklish if i touch your thighs-" he kept on stating his point.

"e-enough! can you please skip the primitive parts?!" i stopped him from going too detail.

"unfortunately, you and i spent the most time on that topic and it's one that i quite enjoyed. and there's nothing bad ab-" he said casually.

but before he could talk further more, i stopped him again, "please stop! i take the 'anything' back and will just say the two of us don't know 'much' about each other. there." and corrected my word earlier.

"and what i was going to say is that..um..anyway, we don't know each other well enough to get married." i added, getting shy all of a sudden.

"we can get to know each other..and you know that we get along very well on that one particular topic. we can start and build from there." said jungkook.

how should i explain to him that one particular point?

"no, we can't. marriage is..a family should be started out of love. you don't love me and i don't love you. those primitive urges will soon fade away." finally, that is what really concerned me throughout this marriage thing.

love.

there is a long silent after i said that.

but then he said, "then let's start that now, too." making me confuse.

"what?"

"love. let's do that, too."

"whaaat?!" is he for real?!

"it's the weekend. are you available tomorrow? if i move up some things in my schedule and take care of them in the morning, i think i'll be available in the afternoon." he said.

i just can't easily agree with this sudden date thing. especially with him.

"i'm not available! tomorrow, i need to go to school...uh, i mean, i have something planned with friends.." i quickly said as i looked away, don't want him to catch me lying to his face.

"if they're the friends i saw, then i'm fine with them joining as well. we've already spent the night together and i've already proposed. we're doing this all out of order, but let's start with going on a date first." he added.

how do i say this to him? should i just tell him the truth?

"i don't want to." i said, a little bit whispering.

"that's very irresponsible of you.." he eyed me.

huh? me? irresponsible?

"how is the fact that i don't want to go on a date with you irresponsible?" i asked.

is he out of his mind? did he drunk?

"if we didn't have doo-jool between us, i would have just accepted that it's simply how you feel. however, right now, your words just make it sound like you don't want to put in any sort of effort at all." said jungkook.

"i want our doo-jool to receive love from both parents and grow up in a wholesome family. this means that the two of us should get married, but you said that you want to marry for love, did you not?" he added as i stayed silent.

"in order to see if we could fall in love, we need to get to know each other and see each other often. that's why i'd like us to go on a date first. it's the least we could do for doo-jool." he elaborated.

"so...let's go on a date tomorrow." he finished his words.

i'm totally speechless.

but, he's right.

"haa, fine. but i'd like to make one thing clear. just because i agreed to go a date with you doesn't mean i've accepted your marriage proposal." i said.

"yes, that will be enough for now." he smiled hearing my answer.

haa...it seems like he's a man that always gets his way.